In an isolated town called Vondervotteimittis (wonder-what-time-it-is), the punctilious inhabitants seem to be concerned with nothing but clocks and cabbage. This methodical, boring and quiet little borough is devastated by the arrival of a devilish figure playing a big fiddle who comes straight down from a hill.
This one was a lots of better than the last story written by Edgar Allan Poe which we talked about couple of days ago.
The writing style was a lots of better, but it was far away from good. But it was okay for the most part. The writing style was pretty much a typical Edgar Allan Poe, but as a hardcore fan I know that he was able of doing a better work than he did in this story.
It was pretty much a simple story. This one was pretty interesting but not that good as a whole.
This one was also pretty bizarre in a way. But I like bizarre things so i give this story extra points for.
I give this poem 1 / 5